Wale The Vacation from Ourselves song lyrics

Bammers is trippin... vacationin you see they way off they mind

With no return ticket

This how here different

That's why I'm so annoyed

That's why I here whispers

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Since nautical was popular than popular for good

Reason I stuck with the sound

I ain't playing like the rest who got free from it

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

A couple others but I feel they less important to me

The point is they pointed

Me in the direction of my home grown noises

Of a artist I loved yet avoided

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

And I ain't going well

Them fast songs was cool but I never wrote to 'em

Only concern was the home that was close to him

I style, I slang and I own music

If I could hone my tone I could blow too

So I phone Tony Craig and I said we gonna do it

(Hey damn was that alright? Damn smack everythin sound good, we gonna keep it... Next)

A lot of rappers sound like a lot of rappers

Sound wise... oh they started puttin' out now

They puttin out the same blueprint

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

It's no fundamentals it's one dimensional

One can mention ones self and it'd be too pretentious

And to pretend as if 2Pac is not these dudes intentions

Pay attention if you should listen to his shit and they shit it's too convincing

As well as Chris-to-pher we miss her

But every march night another twenty is with us

Clones... imitators known

For imitatin the off switch like I'm on top of my own

And they copy what's on

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

The one that breaks more is that last to get on

But usually will last cause the last stick is on

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Opposers try to knock but harder he will go

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Never will he imitate another rap nigger

I am Wale and never can I vacate

Never can I straight face

Look at Wale and say you nothing but a biter

Not the end lighter or liason to the niggers that's grindin

Niggers that's reading

Niggers that's runnin

Niggers that scheming

Niggers who ain't seen beef

To niggers in the knee deep who you think keep peace... me

And I'm free free free.

(Wale Folarin mixtape about nothing, but really I am saying something, y'all all bluffin... keep coming)

Even if I ever leave now

If I ever bleed DMV you hear it when I speak

You can hear it in my lyrics

And even when you old and your hearing is incoherent

You can feel it via spirit

Via my inheritance speakin as I did it

Via niggers rep spreading speeches through the city

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns I position

The thugs say I'm cool

The cool say I'm thug

The mercs screaming at me saying I'm Emmi Loater's son?

I am not the only one

In the city where the Burns magazines say I'm in

I don't really give a fuck

I don't want it on my back

And they label me King... you can come and take it back

I don't want no fucking crown

I don't need no fucking currency

The Kings get killed very least overthrown

I'm a thorough ass nigger I don't need a nigger to hold me

Even if I roll I'm a forever going to be home

See there no place better than the state of my mind

There's no time wasted and no vacations... Bitch.